"Are you sure it was he? Did you see him again?"
"What difference does it make whether I saw him or not?" Javogues answered impatiently. "I know he was there."
"How?" Barabant asked, in astonishment.
"By the look in his eyes the day I met him. That is all I need to tell an aristocrat!"
Barabant, seeing the impossibility of swaying the fanatic by reason, kept silent until they parted.
In the Rue Maugout, la Mère Corniche cried to him from her tenebrous sentry-box:
"One moment, citoyen." The window-hinges spoke and a shadowy head appeared. "There's a tall fellow above in your room."
"In the uniform of the National Guard?"
"That's it."
Barabant, who had left Javogues too recently to derive any pleasure from a visit of Dossonville, was hastening away when again the querulous voice halted him.